He took the phone and said, "Captain Staker speaking."
The desk clerk said, "A gentleman to see you, sir. Shall I send him to Apt. 5B?"
"No," Bill answered. "I'll be down to my room in a few moments and see him there."
He turned to Margo. "I guess business comes before idyll, Margo. I've got to go."
Her lustrous dark eyes searched his face intently. "How long must I wait for an answer, Bill?"
"Can you wait until Thursday—three days?" Time enough to thresh things out with Tom.
"I guess I can," Margo said, touching him with an inviting glance, "but do I have to wait that long before I see you again?"
Bill grinned and shook his head in wonder. "My lord, what persistence! I got an idea any visiting would not be entirely social. Somewhere along the line business would rear its shaggy head. Okay, how about dinner at the Wedgewood Room tomorrow night?"
"Wonderful!"
Later at his own floor to his surprise he found Tom pacing the corridor. In a strained voice he said, "The clerk said a gentleman—"